Imagines (from my Instagram)

Thank You

You're sitting at home, playing on your phone, with Niall's arm sitting comfortably around your shoulders. You lean back and enjoy his company, savoring his last week home before he leaves for tour.

"I'm really gonna miss you, (y/n)," he mumbles.

You put down your phone, and take his free hand in yours. "Niall, don't talk about it."

The room is silent for a few minutes until you start to get up.

"Don't leave," Niall says, grasping your arm.

You giggle. "I was just gonna make some popcorn."

"Oh. Well, I'll come with you."

He follows you around the house the rest of the day, not letting you out of his sight. Some part of his body is always touching yours.

After awhile, you feel overwhelmed. "I gotta go to the bathroom," you say, and quickly walk away.

When you get back, his head is buried in his hands and you hear a sob escape his shaking body.

You rush over and rub his back, sitting next to him. "Niall, what's wrong?"

"I'm annoying you, aren't I?"

"Well.."

"I am!"

"Niall, it's okay.."

"No, it's not. I just want to be with you. This is my first time being away for a long time, and.."

"Niall, it's for your job. I understand. You can't do anything about it."

He pulls you in close to him, wrapping your body in his strong arms. Your head lays on his chest as he tries to calm down.

"Thank you, (y/n)."

"What for?"

"For putting up with me, and my job. I know we both have busy schedules, me especially. Thanks for understanding. I know this isn't easy for you."

You smile up at him. "It's because I love you, you big lug."

His chest vibrates as he chuckles. "I love you too, (y/n)."